Our Withering Will

Lowering are the eyelids of mankind Our sight no longer bears the light With no shame we trample and desecrate Unaware, our fall we celebrate Our withering will is losing petals dead We chose to cultivate the thorns of ignorance This kaleidoscope, an image of the beast Prodigy, it hurts but you can't feel "Just a little vice" the soul is weak and soaked Just another needlework on satan's cloak Our withering will is losing petals dead We chose to cultivate the thorns of ignorance (again) A self-realizing prophecy misleads the blind So glad to knell as we embrace the chains that bind our own will Our withering will is losing petals dead We chose to cultivate the thorns of ignorance (again) (Again, again)